Blue Savage: Sorry, it took me so loooong! I just had a lot of things to do. Since it's already summertime here in our country, I can focus more on my fic, unless I have summer lessons ~_~…… well, I've been writing a new fic. It's in Beyblade! But it isn't any of the story suggestions I've been proposing though……… It's entitled Do Robots Have Hearts? I also have another fic in FictionPress.Net. It's entitled Deep In You. It's a story, about simple high school life. You're lucky I told you about that. Hope you read those and review them, pleaseL. Try to find them! But it they only have one chapter, for now……… Well, on with the fic!!!!!!!!!
Whenever, Wherever
Chapter 31: Pure Hearts
Bakura and Safiya kept looking up at the shining sword above them. What the hell is this woman thinking of? They both questioned to themselves.
The woman looked down on them and closed her eyes, "I have come here-"
"Who are you and what do you really want?" Safiya demanded looking up at the lady trying to look innocent, yet filled with gorging anger in her.
"Safiya," Bakura whispered.
"I am but not here to hurt you but, as I said, instruct you." The lady calmly said.
"What's there to instruct?" Safiya glared crossly at her.
The lady closed her eyes again and sighed, "My dear Princess Safiya, I know Malik Ishtar has manipulated you, and controlled you, doing things you never wanted, but,"
'So that's what Malik has done to her! Manipulating her! Oh, I would definitely rip the soul out of his life!' Bakura furiously thought.
"I am not here to hurt you nor harm you," she continued, "I am not one of Malik's underlings, but I am, even, one of his enemies."
"Then what do you want with us and that sword of yours?" Bakura dimly asked.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked down upon the sharp blade, "In our family, they say that an evil will occur upon the years of the Pharaoh Yami. And the role of our family in life is to pass down the magical weapons that were forged upon history. One of these historical arsenals is the Blade of Kek, which Malik holds right now. It has the great power of darkness that can devour our world by being used by an equal enforcement that can control its conceivable power,"
"But how did he get it?" the Tomb Robber asked.
"His father was the first wielder to experience its power, but unfortunately he died because of the massively strong force of the weapon. Destined to be the next beholder, he took the sword and trained with it eventually, gaining its power."
"And how do you know all of these?" Bakura questioned.
"History," she simply replied.
"And what do we have to do with this Sword of Amen-Ra you speak off?" Safiya gently asked, calming down a bit.
"The Sword of Amen-Ra will save us all." She replied.
"Sword of Amen-Ra what's that?" Safiya asked.
"Sword of Amen-Ra," Bakura mumbled, "Wait I'm getting something, I know what it is. They say it's a sword that was specially crafted for the great warrior named Amen-Ra."
"They say the sword was so specially crafted that it was only of special use for Amen-Ra. People said that at the middle of the handle there was a stone, gem or something that created magical powers. And because of that ornament only the great Amen-Ra could only wield it."
"Exactly, Tomb Robber." The woman said again. "And that is why I," she pointed to an amulet around Safiya's neck "gave you the Radiance of the Sword."
"Radiance of the Sword?" Safiya blinked.
Then Bakura suddenly sighed "Don't you know anything Safiya?! Radiance of the Sword is the ornament that was placed at the middle of the handle."
"Oh!" she said "But why did you give it to me? And what are these magical powers that you say the ornament holds?"
"Well, no one has ever discovered what was the power of Amen-Ra's sword, but to what I know, the sword had such incredible power that it almost destroyed our country! And as for, why she picked you, ask her?"
Then Safiya looked at the old lady again. "Why?" she gently asked.
"Princess Safiya do you know what that amulet hanging around your neck does?"
Safiya sighed and shook her head. "My dear Princess, as I said I gave you the Radiance of the Sword, it means I have chosen you to be the next possessor of this weapon."
"But why me, why not someone else?" she said, defiantly.
"Because do you know the power of that stone?"
Safiya shook her head once more and looked at the woman, "The power of the Radiance of the Sword," she continued, "is to seal all darkness and evil within its power source, the gem. And only a few people could do this."
"And why I that? Is it because they're the only ones who have used that sword?"
"No Princess Safiya, not even close." she considerately smiled, "Because their hearts were pure."
"Hearts are pure"? She cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes, they say Amen-Ra was not only a warrior, but once, he was just a poor child. He lived in a small house helping his mother sell fruits, taking care of his brothers and sisters and trying to cope with life. But when the Pharaoh heard of his great swordsmanship he was summoned and forged a sword to join the fleets of their ruler. He fought like a true combatant and grew a big name in our history."
"Yeah but what has that have to do with me?" Safiya asked.
"I can easily relate you with him?"
"How?"
"He had a pure heart." Bakura suddenly said. Safiya turned her head towards him, "He had a pure heart?"
"Exactly, that is why only the ones with pure hearts could only hold the sword, because the radiance was always there. But one day, when a massacre occurred, the radiance was removed from the hilt so anyone could recklessly use the sword, but no one has ever awakened its true power."
"But why the hell did you choose me for? I'm not really pure-hearted! It's just my name."
"Oh no Princess Safiya, but you are."
"What do you mean, I am?"
"You are pure."
"Okay, Safiya before you say you aren't pure, can she just continue what she said." Bakura interrupted.
"Fine," Safiya pouted.
"As I said, only the purest of pure can hold the power of the Radiance of the Sword, so I gave it to you. It means you must rise to be a warrior and fight off Malik and seal the power of his blade. You will tame back the power of Amen-Ra and use it wisely as the New Beholder of the Sword of Amen-Ra."
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Yami was panting for air, clutching his leg, barely even standing up. "What's wrong Pharaoh? Can't fight anymore, might as well, give up?" Malik taunted, giving off a cocky smirk.
"Not in a million years." Yami shot back.
"Very well, you choose to die,"
Then he made a quick step forward thrusting the sword toward the Pharaoh's chest, but Yami just easily blocked it, shooting Malik on his back. But soon enough the blond-haired Rare Hunter was up on his feet again. After a while Malik went forward again attacking with his sword, but instead used his rod again as a decoy, and slashed Yami's arm.
"Ahhhh!!!" the young Pharaoh roared as the piercing pain shot through his slim arm.
"Aww, Pharaoh, are you crying for your mommy? Too bad she's dead." Malik spurted, emotionlessly.
Suddenly Yami's eyes shot dead open. Those words stung him in the heart, 'How dare he speak of my mother's death?!' Then he suddenly arose from his hunched position and immediately glared daggers at the arrogant boy.
"Don't you dare utter a word about my mother……" he shadowy whispered, "Cause if you do, it'll be the last word you'll say……"
"Ohh, the Pharaoh's defending his mother." Malik mocked.
Yami grinded his teeth, and thrust forward attacking Malik with several straight blows with his sword, "Don't. You. Dare. Say. A. Word. About. My. Mother……" Yami murmured word-by-word, slowly and very poisonously.
Eventually after plunging Malik continually with his sword, the tri-colored boy finally struck the Rare Hunter lightly on the cheek. Malik suddenly gaped back and glared furiously at the Pharaoh, "How dare you slash my face……" he seethed in a very low, deadly tone.
"How dare you ridicule my mother……?" Yami shot back as darkly as ever.
Then Malik went on swiftly slashing the Pharaoh, but kept being blocked. Then suddenly, the blonde-haired boy took out his rod and faced its front towards Yami, and a strong force came up and flew Yami to his back.
When Yami opened his eyes, he was immediately greeted by the shining glimmer of the silver sword of Malik, "Imposing Pharaoh, very imposing." Yami growled heatedly.
"Why don't you just stay still Pharaoh, and I'll cut that pretty, little throat of yours, hmm." Malik smirked. Just then he jolted the blade towards Yami's chest, but then, like the speed of light, Yami rolled over on his back, and was suddenly right behind the attacker.
"Thanks, Ishtar but I never felt that way about your swordsmanship though." He grinned.
"Nice one Pharaoh, but," Malik trailed, "you're forgetting just one more thing," he paused, "my rod!" Then just like what happed a while ago, a golden light shone, and Yami was flown back again.
"Yami, Yami, Yami, why can't you just see that I am far more superior to you. But if you thought that was strong," he closed his eyes, "Check this out." Then when he looked at his sword, there was a black fog casting it. Then suddenly, the silver blade turned into a smoky gray color and the once golder hlit, was now a jet-black, misty color and at the middle of the handle was a blackish-violet stone.
Yami's eyes widened, "Isn't that……"
"If you hade good education Yami, then yes, this is it. The Sword of Kek!"
Blue Savage: And that is it! Cliffhanger! Hey guys, I don't how to put it in a way, but I was thinking of stopping the fic. You know, discontinue it. 'Coz I've been getting low reviews suddenly, and I'm losing my fans. Unless I get 15 and above reviews in this chapter, I'll be stopping the fic, but if I do get this much reviews, then I'll probably go on, but……………… Sorry guys……………… I don't know but this, I think will be the last time I'll say this, READ & REVIEW!
